A good poem soothes the soul, if you let it. When the Beloved becomes the object of the gaze found in prose, it is a prayer.
Relish in the divine and be uplifted.
A Clear Midnight
By Walt Whitman
THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
